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Will Graham: [recreating the events of a crime] I shoot Mrs. Marlow expertly through the neck. This is not a fatal wound. The bullet misses every artery. She is paralyzed before it leaves her body. Which doesn't mean she can't feel pain. It just means she can't do anything about it. This is my design.

Alana Bloom: Normally I wouldn't even broach this, but what do you think one of Will's strongest drives is?

Jack Crawford: Will Graham deals with huge amounts of fear. It comes with his imagination.

Alana Bloom: It's the price of imagination.

Jack Crawford: Alana, I wouldn't put him out there if I didn't think I could cover him. [pause] All right, if I didn't think I could cover him 80%.

Hannibal Lecter: I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love.

Will Graham: Whose profile are you working on? [to Jack] Whose profile is he working on?

Hannibal Lecter: I'm sorry, Will. Observing is what we do. I can't shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off.

Will Graham: Please, don't psychoanalyze me. You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed.

Jack Crawford: Will...

Will Graham: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing.

Hannibal Lecter: [about Will] What he has is pure empathy. He can assume your point of view, or mine — and maybe some other points of view that scare him. It’s an uncomfortable gift, Jack. Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.

Hannibal Lecter: I would apologize for my analytical ambush, but I know I will soon be apologizing again and you'll tire of that eventually, so I have to consider using apologies sparingly.

Will Graham: Just keep it professional.

Hannibal Lecter: Or we could socialize, like adults. God forbid we become friendly.

Jack Crawford : The reason you currently used to work homicide is you didn't have the stomach for pulling the trigger. You just pulled the trigger 10 times!

Will Graham: Wait, so psych eval isn't a formality?

Jack Crawford: No, it's so I can get some sleep at night. I asked you to get close to the Hobbs thing. I need to know you didn't get too close. How many nights did you spend in Abigail Hobbs' hospital room, Will?

Will Graham: Therapy doesn't work on me.

Jack Crawford: Therapy doesn't work on you because you won't let it.

Will Graham: And because I know all the tricks.

Jack Crawford: Well, perhaps you need to un-learn some tricks.

"'Alana Bloom'": Why not have a conversation with Hannibal? He was there. He knows what you went through.

"'Jack Crawford'": Come on, Will. I need my beauty sleep!

Will Graham: Jack thinks I need therapy.

Hannibal Lecter: What you need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there.

Will Graham: Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back.

Will Graham: Took me 10 shots to drop Hobbs.

Beverly Katz: Zeller wanted to give you the bullets he pulled out of Hobbs in an acrylic case, but I told him you wouldn't think it was funny.

Will Graham: Probably not.

Beverly Katz: I suggested one of those clackin' swingin' ball things.

Will Graham: That would've been funny.

Hannibal Lecter: It's not Hobbs' ghost that's haunting you, is it? It's the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good.

Will Graham: Killing Hobbs felt just.

Hannibal Lecter: Which is why you're here, to prove that sprig of zest you feel is from saving Abigail, not killing her dad.

Will Graham: I didn't feel a 'sprig of zest' when I shot Eldon Stammets.

Hannibal Lecter: You didn't kill Eldon Stammets.

Will Graham: I thought about... I'm still not entirely sure that wasn't my intention, pulling the trigger.

Hannibal Lecter: Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?

Will Graham: Depends on who you ask.

Hannibal Lecter: God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of his worshipers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn.

Alana Bloom: I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea. Hannibal?

Hannibal Lecter: Jack has the look of a man with no interest in any opinion but his own.

Will Graham: What reason did you have to kill the others?

Lawrence Wells: I had every reason to kill the others. They just had no reason to die. They never saw me coming unless I wanted them to see me coming. I could wave at a lady and smile, chew the fat with her in church, knowing I killed her husband. There is something beautiful about that ball of silence at a funeral, all those people around you, knowing that you made it happen.

Freddy Lounds: Insane isn't really black or white, is it? We're all pathological in our own ways. You choose the version of the truth that suits you best and pursue it pathologically. Everybody decides their own versions of the truth.

Abel Gideon: [to the orderly] You married? [to the guard] You married? You're married. How long you married? That long? Regarding divorce...not that you're getting one; just I can see the clock in your eyes. Word of advice: it's easier just to kill 'em. Kill 'em, kill everyone at the table. Less paperwork. Worked for me. I'm doing okay. Your wife is probably fantastic. My wife? Horrible. So maybe I'm not supposed to be in a relationship. There's people like that. [to the orderly] How do you keep those whites so clean? That's always amazes me.

Abel Gideon: [getting ready to operate on a still-conscious Frederick Chilton] With experience, I have found surgeries are best performed on a local anesthetic or epidural with the patient awake. Reminds me there' a real person here entrusting me with their life rather than a lump of meat that I'm about to reorganize. And in this instance, I would like to see the look on your face.

Frederick Chilton: Please, you're not the Chesapeake Ripper.

Abel Gideon: You got inside my mind, Frederick. It's only fair I get inside your belly. This is of course Freddie Lounds, who you know. She will be assisting me today or assisting you by manually pumping the ventilator should you stop breathing.

Frederick Chilton: Oh, my God.

Abel Gideon: The real Chesapeake Ripper is a collector of surgical trophies. I'm gonna leave him a little gift. In fact, I'm gonna leave him a gift basket. [removing some of Chilton's non-vital organs] You know, it is truly amazing how many organs the body can offer up before it really begins to suffer. [Chilton drifts out of consciousness; Gideon slaps him] All right, stay awake now! Come on, Frederick. I'm gonna ask you to hold a few things.

Jack Crawford: You look like hell, Will.

Will Graham: I feel like hell. Actually, no, I feel, uh, fluid, like I'm spilling.

Abel Gideon: I don't know if I will ever be myself again. I don't know if I've got any "self" left over. I spent so long thinking I was him, it's gotten really hard to remember who I was when I wasn't him.

Hannibal Lecter: Perhaps you didn't come here looking for a killer. Perhaps you came here to find yourself. You killed a man in this very room.

Will Graham: I stared at Hobbs and the space opposite me assumed the shape of a man filled with dark and swarming flies. And then I scattered them.

Hannibal Lecter: At a time when other men fear their isolation, yours has become understandable to you. You are alone because you are unique.

Will Graham: I'm as alone as you are.

Hannibal Lecter: If you followed the urges you kept down for so long, cultivated them as the inspirations they are, you would have become someone other than yourself.

Will Graham: I know who I am. I'm not so sure I know who you are anymore.

Hannibal Lecter: Are you a killer, Will? You. Right now. This man standing in front of me. Is this who you really are?

Will Graham: I am who I've always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. I can see you now.

Hannibal Lecter: You said it felt good to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me now?

Will Graham: Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. Are you a murderer, Doctor Lecter?

Hannibal Lecter: What reason would I have?

Will Graham: You, you have no traceable motive... Which is why you were so hard to see. You were just curious what I would do. Someone like me. Someone who thinks how I think. Wind him up and watch him go. And apparently, Dr. Lecter this is how I go.

Bedelia Du Maurier: Exactly, I cannot say. I've had to draw a conclusion based on what I glimpsed through the stitching of the person suit that you wear. And the conclusion that I've drawn is that you are dangerous.

Wendy Vega: Five horrendous murders, over 40 different pieces of forensic and physical evidence that tell us that Will Graham can think like a killer because he is one. Rather than feel tormented by the work he did, Will Graham enjoyed the cover his role at FBI gave him to commit his terrible crimes.

Jack Crawford: Will hated every second of the work, he hated it. He didn't fake that, he hated and I kept making him do it.

Wendy Vega: Why then is it that when you offered him an opportunity to quit, he refused?

Jack Crawford: Because he was saving lives. I had been warned by more than one person that if I pushed Will I'd break him. I put those checks and balances in places and then ignored them. And here we are.

Jack Crawford: I've given my life to death.

Hannibal Lecter: And now death has followed you home, come to live in your house.

Jack Crawford: Bella has kept our bedroom from looking too much like a sick room. There are flowers, but not too many, you know. She insists that there are no pills in sight. So I've been thinking about taking her to Italy where we met. We could ... she could die there.

Will Graham: So the second killer, whoever he is, understood the muralist well enough not just to find his canvas, but well enough to convince him to be part of it.

Beverly Katz: You have an idea who that might be?

Will Graham: I do.

Beverly Katz: Don't say Hannibal Lecter.

Will Graham: I'm saying Hannibal Lecter.

Beverly Katz: Didn't you stop ringing that bell?

Will Graham: I'm not asking you to believe anything you can't prove. I'm just asking you to prove it.

Will Graham: I'm quite the topic of conversation in psychiatric circles.

Frederick Chilton: I shared my diagnosis of you on the witness stand. Your personality disorders, neuroses-- all forgeries.

Will Graham: Even if that were true, I'd still be a psychopath of some interest.

Frederick Chilton: Mm. Quite a manipulative one at that. Poor, confused, wounded bird for Agent Crawford and Doctors Lecter and Bloom. And for me, well, I get the psychopath's triumvirate: charm, focus, and ruthlessness. The charm being debatable, of course.

Will Graham: So, either I'm a psychopath or I am delusional. Or I'm right about Hannibal Lecter. Aren't you curious which one it is?

Hannibal Lecter: I've always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer.

Phyllis "Bella" Crawford: A death benefit?

Hannibal Lecter: Upon taking his own life, Socrates offered a rooster to the god of healing, Asclepius, to pay his debt.

Phyllis "Bella" Crawford: What debt might that be?

Hannibal Lecter: To Socrates, death was not a defeat but a cure.

Frederick Chilton: Is something wrong? Will?

Will Graham: He was inducing seizures. He was encouraging them. The blackouts. The lost time. It was strategic. It was planned.

Will Graham: Beverly made her connection to the Ripper. You have to make your own, Jack.

Jack Crawford: Then what did I bring you here for?

Will Graham: To say goodbye.

Will Graham: He sent me to kill you, Abel.

Abel Gideon: Am I your evidence? Oh you're in trouble, Mr. Graham.

Will Graham: Why would you protect him?

Abel Gideon: You were quite happy to kill me yourself - "You have it in you", as they say. He's the devil, Mr. Graham, he is smoke. You'll never catch the Ripper, he won't be caught. If you want to, you will have to kill him.

Will Graham: Fair enough.

Matthew Brown: Why did you want to talk to me?

Will Graham: I need a favor.

Matthew Brown: I'm always happy to do a favor for a friend, just say the word.

Will Graham: I want you to kill Hannibal Lecter.

Alana Bloom: You were trying to find the Ripper that night. Did you?

Abel Gideon: I found Will Graham.

Alana Bloom: Will isn't the Chesapeake Ripper.

Abel Gideon: Not yet. All the things that make us who we are, what has to happen to make those things change? So much has happened to Mr. Graham. He is a changed man.

Alana Bloom: Maybe he's looking for redemption.

Abel Gideon: He's not looking for redemption, but revenge. That is a trinket he could value.

Will Graham: If the Ripper is killing, you can bet Hannibal Lecter is having a dinner party. You and I probably sipped wine while swallowing the people who who we were trying to give justice, Jack.

Jack Crawford: Then you're aware of what Will is accusing Hannibal Lecter of?

Frederick Chilton: Oh yes, I am aware, and I am grateful that I have trouble digesting animal proteins, as the last meals I have shared with Hannibal Lecter have all been salads.

Jack Crawford: You believe it?

Frederick Chilton: Hannibal once served me tongue and then made a joke about eating mine. It would be narrow to not at least consider it.

Hannibal Lecter: You tried to kill me Will. It's hard not to take that personally. However, if I were Beverly's murderer I'd applaud your effort.

Will Graham: I'm no more guilty of what you've accused me of, than you are of what I've accused you of.

Hannibal Lecter: I don't expect you to feel self-loathing or regret or shame. You knew what you were doing and you made your own decisions, decisions that were under your control.

Will Graham: Oh, you think I'm in control?

Hannibal Lecter: I think you more in control now than you have ever been. You found a way to hurt me. I wonder how many more people are going to get hurt by what you do. I'll give Alana Bloom your best. Goodbye, Will.

Hannibal Lecter: You were determined to know the Chesapeake Ripper, Dr. Gideon. Now is your opportunity.

Abel Gideon: You intend me to be my own last supper.

Hannibal Lecter: Yes.

Abel Gideon: How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these?

Hannibal Lecter: One doesn't. The tragedy is not to die, Abel, but to be wasted.

Will Graham: You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. I'm just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.

Hannibal Lecter: You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?

Will Graham: Righteous.

Frederick Chilton: I have the same profile as Hannibal Lecter, same medical and psychological background. We are both doctors of note in our field. Of course it would be me. Hannibal was never going to kill me, I'm his patsy. I... I have to leave the country, I am leaving the country.

Will Graham: No, if you run you look guilty.

Frederick Chilton: You did not run and you looked plenty guilty. Abel Gideon was half-eaten in my guestroom, I have corpses on my property. You just threw up an ear.

Will Graham: I have to deal with you and my feelings about you. I think it's best if I do that directly.

Hannibal Lecter: First you have to grieve for what is lost and what has changed.

Will Graham: I've changed, you changed me.

Hannibal Lecter: The friendship that we had is over, the Chesapeake Ripper is over.

Will Graham: Had to be Miriam, didn't it? She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back.

Hannibal Lecter: With all my knowledge and intuition I could never entirely predict you. I can feed the caterpillar, I can whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches follows its own nature and is beyond me.

Will Graham: I don't want to kill you, Dr. Lecter. Not now that I finally find you interesting.

Mason Verger: Margot would love to stick a knife into me - and it wouldn't be to test the thickness of my skin.

Mason Verger: You're going to be having some trouble with your lady parts, Margot. I'm afraid the only one you'll be celebrating Mother's Day with... is me.

[Will approaches Mason]

Mason Verger: You must be the baby daddy. Excuse me if I don't offer you a cigar.

[Will punches him in the face]

Mason Verger: [laughing] I'm going to feed you to my pigs. Carlo!

[Will seizes Mason by the throat and holds him over the pit]

Will Graham: Do you think it was Margot's idea to have an heir? Do you think it was your idea to take it from her? My idea to come here and kill you? The only thing that you, your sister and I have in common is the same psychiatrist.

[Will throws him to the side and puts a gun to his head]

Will Graham: If Dr. Lecter had his druthers, you'd be wrapped around a bullet right now. Dr. Lecter's the one you want to be feeding to your pigs.

Will Graham: Free-range rude. Mason Verger is a pig. He deserves to be somebody's bacon.

Hannibal Lecter: [to Carlo] I take it Mateo didn't make it? Did he foul himself? He must smell worse than you do right now.

[Hannibal and Will are discussing mercy as Mason mutilates himself]

Mason Verger: I'm hungry.

Hannibal Lecter: Eat your nose, then.

Mason Verger: Eat my... eat my nose...

[Mason cuts off his nose and eats it]

Mason Verger: I have a taste and consistency that's similar to that of a chicken gizzard!

Hannibal Lecter: [to Will] Taste is housed in parts of the mind that perceive pity. Pity has no place at the table.

Mason Verger: [burps] I'm full of myself. [laughs]

Jack Crawford: I don't want to take up too much of your time, Mr. Verger. I realize that you probably need to get your rest, but I would like to ask you just a few questions about what happened to you.

Mason Verger: Took a tumble in the pig pen. Broke my neck. Embarrassing, really. Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy. If my sister hadn't found me, the pigs would have eaten more than my face.

Jack Crawford: Pigs did this to you?

Mason Verger: Oh, yes. The pigs certainly did.

Jack Crawford: Mr. Verger, you are a patient of Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Is that right?

Mason Verger: Dr. Lecter, yes. Yes.

Jack Crawford: Have you ever seen or met another patient of Dr. Lecter's, a man called Will Graham?

Mason Verger: Will Graham. The man that didn't kill all those people? That Will Graham?

Jack Crawford: Yes.

Mason Verger: Can't say that I've had the pleasure.

Jack Crawford: Do you find that Dr. Lecter's therapy has been helpful to you?

Mason Verger: I've benefited greatly from Dr. Lecter's therapy. I'm still benefiting from it. I will always be grateful for how he's helped me. I only hope that I may repay him one day.

Mason Verger: Is it time to talk about what Margot wants?

Margot Verger: What Margot wants is to take care of you, Mason. Just as you took care of me.

Hannibal Lecter: Jack suspects you of killing Freddy Lounds.

Will Graham: If he said he suspects me, he suspects you.

Hannibal Lecter: I know.

Will Graham: You should give him what he wants. Reveal yourself.

Hannibal Lecter: Give him the Chesapeake Ripper?

Will Graham: You've taunted him long enough. Let him see you as you truly are.

Hannibal Lecter: Jack has become my friend. I suppose I owe him the truth.

Abel Gideon: [to Hannibal] Imagine what you must taste like. It won't be long until someone's taking a bite out of you.

Bedelia Du Maurier: My husband has a sophisticated palate. He's very particular about how I taste.

Anthony Dimmond: [smiles] Is it that kind of party?

[Hannibal smiles knowingly at Bedelia, who shudders]

Hannibal Lecter: It's not that kind of party.

Bedelia Du Maurier: No, it really isn't.

Anthony Dimmond: A shame. You're both suddenly so fascinating.

Hannibal Lecter: Would you prefer I extend you the same kindness as the snails?

Abel Gideon: Eat me without my knowledge? No. I find knowledge to be much more powerful. Why do you think I'm allowing this?

Hannibal Lecter: Why do you think I'm allowing this?

Abel Gideon: 'Cause snails aren't the only creatures who prefer to eat with company... if only that company were Will Graham. [tastes the escargot] I'm curious to know how you will feel when all this is happening to you.

Will Graham: What I believe is closer to science fiction than anything in the Bible.

Abigail Hobbs: We all know it, but nobody ever says that G-dash-d won't do a G-dash-d-damn thing to answer anybody's prayers.

Will Graham: God can't save any of us because it's... inelegant. Elegance is more important than suffering. That's his design.

Abigail Hobbs: Are you talking about God or Hannibal?

Will Graham: Hannibal's not God. He wouldn't have any fun being God. Defying God, that's his idea of a good time. There's nothing he'd love more than to see this roof collapse mid-Mass, choirs singing... he would just love it, and he thinks God would love it, too.

Frederick Chilton: [to Mason Verger] Each of us who intercepted Dr. Lecter lost something. A limb here, a lung, a few feet of intestines. The dead... the dead at least have the luxury of being done with what they lost. You and I, we both still itch.

Alana Bloom: I've always enjoyed the word defenestration. Now I get to use it in casual conversation.

Mason Verger: You know, I thank God for what happened. It was my salvation. Have you accepted Jesus, Dr. Bloom? Do you have faith?

Alana Bloom: I was raised in a religious atmosphere, Mr. Verger, but whatever that left me with, it's not religion.

Mason Verger: It left me with more. You see, I'm free now. I'm right with the Risen Jesus, and it's all okay now. And nobody beats the Riz. [winks] He will rise me up and smite mine enemies, and I will hear the lamentations of their women. That was once you, I'm told. Dr. Lecter got deeper inside you than he did any of us.

Mason Verger: Cordell, I have known you to be absolutely reliable and capable of almost anything, is that true?

Cordell Doemling: It is not untrue.

Mason Verger: I pay you a large salary to be responsible for my care and feeding.

Cordell Doemling: And all that that entails.

Mason Verger: [chuckles] "And all that that entails." I would like you to begin arrangements for Dr. Hannibal Lecter to be eaten alive.

Cordell Doemling: Do you have a preference for how you would like him prepared?

Mason Verger: [to Alana about Hannibal] He likes music, he likes wine, he likes food, and he likes you. How do you taste, Dr. Bloom? Sweet, I bet. I bet you got a taste of him, too. Spitters are quitters, and you don't strike me as a quitter.

[Hannibal shows Pazzi an etching of Pazzi's ancestor, Francesco]

Hannibal Lecter: It's hard to see, but here's where the Archbishop bit him. Eyes wild as he choked, the Archbishop sank his teeth into Pazzi's flesh. On a related subject, I've been giving very serious thought to doing the same. [attacks Pazzi]

Hannibal Lecter: Hello, Alana. I'm afraid the inspector is rather preoccupied at the moment.

[pause]

Allana Bloom: Is he dead?

Hannibal Lecter: There's nothing I'd like more than to chat with you, Alana, but I'm afraid you caught me at a rather awkward moment. Nice to hear your voice. [hangs up] So, Commendatore, what do you think, bowels in or bowels out? Out, I think. [disembowels Pazzi]

Hannibal Lecter: I brought Bella back from death, and now you've returned her to me. Is that where you're taking me, Jack?

Will Graham: You had him, Jack. He was beaten. Why didn't you kill him?

Jack Crawford: Maybe I need you to.

Cordell Doemling: Hands are how we touch the world. They're tactile. Remove a patient's arm and he will still feel phantom digits. Imagine how Dr. Lecter will feel when he watches you nibble on his fingers.

Mason Verger: Oh, poetry, Cordell, poetry!

Bedelia Du Maurier: Were you there? Did you see the beast within him turn from the teat and out into the world?

Chiyoh: I met the beast. I watched him grow.

Bedelia Du Maurier: What do you want?

Chiyoh: I want to cage him.

Bedelia Du Maurier: I thought that Will Graham was Hannibal's biggest mistake. I wonder if it isn't you.

Hannibal Lecter: [about killing him] Would you have done it quickly, or would you have stopped to gloat?

Will Graham: Does God gloat?

Hannibal Lecter: Often.

Mason Verger: [to a captured Will and Hannibal] Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farms.

Alana Bloom: Play with your food, Mason, you give it the opportunity to bite back.

Cordell Doemling: Have they told you the drill yet? The drill is, in a few hours I'll come down here and remove all you've got below the elbows and knees. I'll keep you going with IVs and tourniquets until the very last. [smiles] Some things are best saved for last. Once you're dead, I'll prepare your loins and ribs, aged.

Hannibal Lecter: Meats are aged not only for tenderness, but also for flavor.

Cordell Doemling: And flavors change. Every day, I'll feed Mason some new part of you. Don't worry, doctor. You will always be cooked to perfection.

Margot Verger: I'm taking what you promised me, and I've got everything I need from you now.

Mason Verger: You can't kill me, Margot. You'll lose everything. In the absence of an heir, the sole beneficiary is the Southern Baptist Church.

Margot Verger: But there is going to be an heir, Mason. A Verger baby. Yours, mine... mostly yours.

Alana Bloom: You know what happens if we stimulate your prostate with a cattle prod? Hannibal does. He helped us milk you.

Mason Verger: You're dead, Dr. Bloom!

Alana Bloom: Oh, Mason. We all are. Didn't you know that? [holds up a vial of his sperm] But these aren't.

Hannibal Lecter: Will you go home? Can you go home?

Chiyoh: No more than you can.

Hannibal Lecter: Will you watch over me?

Chiyoh: I will. Not in a cage. Some beasts shouldn't be caged.

Will Graham: I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore.

Hannibal Lecter: You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.

Will Graham: You delight; I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal.

Will Graham: [about the Tooth Fairy investigation] If I go, I'll be different when I come back.

Molly Graham: I won't.

Hannibal Lecter: [in a letter to Will] Dear Will, we have all found new lives, but our old lives hover in the shadows. Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking. I would encourage you as a friend not to walk through the door he holds open. It's dark on the other side, and madness is waiting.

Jimmy Price: I'm going to need one reasonably intelligent assistant, if you have one.

Hannibal Lecter: Yes, I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?

Will Graham: I'm more comfortable the less personal we are.

Hannibal Lecter: [inhales deeply] I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion. It's something a child would select, isn't it? Is there a child in your life, Will? I gave you a child, if you recall.

Will Graham: I've come about Chicago and Buffalo. You've read about it?

Hannibal Lecter: I've read the papers. I can't clip them. They won't let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he's choosing them.

Will Graham: I thought you'd have some ideas.

Hannibal Lecter: You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself?

Alana Bloom: [to Hannibal] I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain or solitude, it's indignity. You're a little bit like a cat that way. I'll take your books. I'll take your drawings. I'll take your toilet. You'll have nothing but indignity and the company of the dead.

Freddie Lounds: We're co-conspirators, Will. I died for you and your cause.

Will Graham: You didn't die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was sleeping, flipped back the covers and took a photo of my temporary colostomy bag.

Reba McClane: I didn't feel any sympathy from you. I like that. Sympathy feels like spit in my face, and I don't do self-pity. May I touch your face? I just want to know if you're smiling or frowning.

[She reaches for Francis' face, but he grabs her wrist]

Francis Dolarhyde: Trust me. I'm smiling.

[Francis calls Hannibal]

Francis Dolarhyde: Dr. Lecter, as an avid fan I wanted to tell you that I am delighted you have taken an interest in me. I don't believe you would tell them who I am, even if you knew. The important thing is what I am becoming, and you, you alone, would understand that.

Hannibal Lecter: As John the Baptist recognized the one who came after.

Francis Dolarhyde: I want to sit before you as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation. I have things I would love to show you. Someday, if circumstances permit, I would like to meet you and watch you meld with the strength of the Dragon.

Hannibal Lecter: See how magnificent you are. Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Will Graham: Poor Dr. Du Maurier. Swallowed whole, suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels for what must have felt like an eternity. You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia, you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.

Bedelia Du Maurier: Extreme acts of cruelty require a high level of empathy. The next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. It will save you a great deal of trouble.

Bedelia Du Maurier: Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?

Francis Dolarhyde: Do you understand what I am doing?

Frederick Chilton: No. But I think I have an opportunity to understand, and then my readers could understand too. But I must tell you that I am scared. Man to man, I am scared, and it is very hard to concentrate when you are scared. If you have a great idea, you do not need to scare me to impress me.

Francis Dolarhyde: "Man to man." You use that expression to imply frankness. But I am not a man. I have become... Other. Do you think God is in attendance here? Are you praying to him now?

Francis Dolarhyde: [to Chilton] I am the Dragon, and you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. Before me, you are a slug in the sun. It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Before me, you tremble. Fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe!

Will Graham: Chilton languished until Hannibal the Cannibal. He wanted the world to know his face.

Will Graham: I won't put you through this again, but I'd like to come back by just to say hi, see how you're doing.

Reba McClane: [miserable] How could you help it, charmer like me?

Will Graham: [taking her hand] In the end, he couldn't kill you, and he couldn't watch you die. People who study this kind of thing say he he was trying to stop. Because you helped him. Probably saved some lives.

Reba McClane: I drew a freak.

Will Graham: You didn't draw a freak. You drew a man with a freak on his back. There is nothing wrong with you.

Reba McClane: I know there's nothing wrong with me than making friends with people who try to foster dependency. Feed off it. I've been with a few. The blind attract them.

Will Graham: Not just the blind.

Hannibal Lecter: I was rooting for you, Will. It's a shame - you came all this way, and you didn't get to kill anybody. Your only consolation is Dr. Chilton. Congratulations for the job you did on him. I admired it enormously. What a cunning boy you are.

Will Graham: You turned yourself in so I would always know where you are. But you'd only do that if I rejected you. Goodbye.

Hannibal Lecter: Will - was it good to see me?

Will Graham: Good? No.

Hannibal Lecter: You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave. Every moment since is borrowed. Your wife, your child - they belong to me. You made a bargain for Will's life, and then I spun you gold.

[Hannibal and Will have just killed Francis]

Hannibal Lecter: This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.